Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.